There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion but a blight bred in the cloudy damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will...
What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There...
And it's sad because it's like a surprise to people - almost an anomaly - when artists are actually refined and trained on an instrument. That's the last thing people think about.
